Yes, I’ve been back for a month… oh okay, six weeks if you’re being, y’know, exact and stuff… and finally I’ve unearthed all my photos. This delay probably means they now fall into the same category of chronological etiquette as the postcards I meant to send you but somehow overlooked, and then didn’t even mail from the airport and blame on the Royal Mail like everyone else does when I saw you before they arrived. I got a little snap-happy, especially in my gran’s vegetable garden, so I think I’ll post them in albums and then if you’re at all interested in what a raspberry patch looks like after a gale (gory), but less intrigued by the original cockle shop in Berwick, you can peruse at your own pace. Coming soon, therefore, in installments: What I Did Last Summer.